Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Jandek,
Hoover,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.